Chapter 1 | "I Don't Understand" | Remake our Life!
Part 11
Take the elevator up to the top floor and press the intercom on the door again.
"Ye~s, hold on!"
There was a sound of footsteps
from the back, along with a voice from the doorbell,
"I'm sorry to have kept
you waiting!"
A girl in her early twenties,
maybe younger, came out from inside, wearing a red camisole and a short skirt,
very light clothing for May, and looking rather sensual.
Her hair was a bleached gold
color, and she had a silver accessory on her finger, a type that I hadn't seen
around me at all for a while now.
As I stared in amazement at her
appearance,
"Hashiba-san, welco... are?"
Smiling, calling my name,
"Ah... Morishita-san also
come?"
She looked awkward and averted
her gaze.
"...Minori-sensei, it's
been a long time. I said that but I've been here for the past week."
A voice that sounded like it
was coming from the depths of hell was uttered at the door.
"Ha... hahaha, iya~a, um..."
Regardless of her flamboyant
appearance, the successful illustrator, Minori Ayaka, scratched her head and
bowed her head with a very apologetic look on her face.
Minori Ayaka. Her real
name is Saikawa Minori. She is a very popular illustrator with over
200,000 followers.
It seemed... she had been in
charge of original drawings for bishojo games and illustrations for light
novels, but three years ago, a character in a social game she was in charge of
became a big hit, and with the release of the anime, she quickly became a major
figure.
I was informed of this
information for the first time in the meeting room earlier. She did not exist
in my original world. No, she might have existed, but at least she was not in
my sight.
With 200,000 followers, it
would not be surprising if I knew at least one of her names or pictures. If
not, then she probably wasn't that famous to begin with.
But she was a very famous
person in this world.
Somewhere, the gears clicked in
a different direction, and that's how we ended up... I suppose that's what happens.
"No, um, I didn't mean it,
really."
We were ushered into a room,
Morishita-san and I moved into a phase where we just listened to her excuses.
None of us had touched the macaroons I had brought as a souvenir, or the tea Ayaka had prepared. We just faced each other on the neatly arranged reception set and exchanged a few words.
"You know, there are times
when you just can't get into the work. There are times when no matter how many
lines you draw, all you get is a picture that looks like nothing at all."
Minori Ayaka despite her
hard-to-get-to appearance, was a rather frank woman. According to the
documents, her illustration delivery was also popular due to her friendly
character, and she was widely known as an illustrator who could attract
customers at talk events.
Attraction Point has several production lines in operation, and one of them has Minori Ayaka as the main character designer. The use of one of the most popular illustrators of the day brought the work to a high level of attention, but the price was soon paid.
She was very late.
Morishita Miki, who had been with the company for three years, was completely overwhelmed and exhausted by it. She was stuck and consulted her boss, Kawasegawa, who then passed the baton to me... that’s the reason.
Yes. Today's mission was
to get in touch with Minori Ayaka and hopefully get her to work.
"And? Then you don't want to do anything anymore and you don't want to talk to anyone. Do you understand? Did you understand?"
Morishita-san responded to
Ayaka's rambling at once.
"I understand. I
understand that there are times when illustrators do that, and I understand it."
"Yes, I am glad."
"But!"
Morishita-san's tone became
stronger.
"Then, if that's the case,
why don't you contact me, even if it's just to say a few words. I couldn't get
through to the phone or the intercom for a week, so I couldn't take any action,
and my stomach was in knots!"
It was like a cry from the
heart.
"Y-Yes... no, I'm sorry."
As for Ayaka-sensei, she seemed
to want to put the situation to rest somehow.
"Uuh ~ ..."
Morishita-san was still staring
at Ayaka. I know exactly how you feel.
Well, no matter what I said, it
was her fault for using the answering machine and losing contact with us, and if
there is any excuse for this, it is to appeal to the uniqueness of the
profession.
But now that she had said it, she had no choice but to say "I'm sorry". If she tried to use any other defense, she would be forced to go through with it.
Morishita-san is, fuu, let out a
breath and said,
"I understand. Sensei says
she is sorry, and that's all for today. We'll talk again when you're feeling
better..."
Taking a helping hand, Ayaka
nodded her head in agreement.
"Yes yes, see you later,
I'll contact you properly next time."
"Please do that? Then, let's
talk about the matter of coverage..."
Morishita-san started checking
the calendar application on her phone for press announcements and online media
interviews.
All I was asked to do was to
open the door and go inside. After that, it was better to leave it to
Morishita-san, who was involved in the whole project, rather than me, who
didn't know the circumstances.
I'm not going to do anything
extra. That's what I thought, but...
"……Sensei"
However, I had my doubts about
Ayaka.
Talk to them while looking at
the documents about the work process so far.
"The new character and
design were scheduled to be upgraded at the end of February. But now it's past
Golden Week. It's the first time you've ever taken this long."
Ayaka's face reacted with surprise.
"U-Um, Hashiba-san...?"
Morishita-san gave me a puzzled
look, but I didn't care and continued with my talk.
"Things were going
relatively smoothly up to that point, but when it came to the creation of new
characters, the pen clearly stopped. I don't think this is simply a matter of
time... what do you think?"
Ayaka and I looked at each
other with serious expressions. As if the exchange that had just taken place
had been a lie, the place was covered with a tense atmosphere.
Maybe it was not the right
thing to say. Perhaps it would have been better to leave it at that and talk
about it later.
But I decided that it would be
dangerous to leave this issue here. After all, we had lost touch with her. She
seems to be acting normally now, but it might just be that this girl Ayaka is desperately
trying to act.
Then we need to listen
properly. If we are going to make any progress even a little.
"...Hmm"
Ayaka frowned as if she had
difficulty saying it, but then she took a breath as if she had made up her mind,
"I knew I can't fool you,
Hashiba-san "
She said with a little chuckle,
"I don't have anything to
draw...... anymore."
She murmured, as if letting out
a sigh.
Morishita-san looked surprised.
"Eh, um, that means... you're
going to stop drawing?"
"I'm starting to think
about that too."
"Look, you have goals, right,
like making it into an anime or a stage show, and we're thinking of eventually
making a movie version of this game."
"I think I've already done
all that."
There was nothing to be done.
"S-Sensei has a lot of
fans. Isn't it possible for you to keep drawing for those fans?"
It was a perfectly reasonable
persuasion, I thought.
But Ayaka is,
"Of course, I'm grateful to my fans. But the desire to draw is another thing."
"No way..."
"There is no competition
or rather where to look to draw, I don’t understand."
Ayaka was
laughing. However, the smile looked lonely.
"I've tried everything
from sitting at my desk, holding a tablet pen, looking at the screen, looking
at the ceiling, closing and opening my eyes, switching to analog... but it
didn't work at all."
Morishita-san was unable to say
anything else. It must have never occurred to her that the situation was this
serious.
I was relatively calm. This
is because I had often heard about the loneliness of top creators in my former
world. If they had rivals or other people they were aware of, they could work
hard in friendly competition, but the moment they got to the top, they were
burnt out and couldn't make the next move.
But this calmness isn't based
on a response plan. It was only because things had happened in the expected
range.
(I'm hoping for some kind of a
breakthrough)
It would be a pity for
Morishita-san and Ayaka if things ended up like this, even though they had made
an appointment and were able to talk.
In times like this, there must be something I can do to help.
For now, I looked around the
room.
The room was 3LDK, and there
was quite a bit of space to spare.
The walls and furnishings were
all white, and the floor and shelves were neat and tidy as if she was a
meticulous person.
There was a work space in the
back. Perhaps she works in analog as well, there was a desk with a tracing
table and a bunch of color pens, and a desk with a large LCD tablet.
I glance at the screen without
thinking about it.
"Are, this
picture"
I stood up and approached the
LCD tablet.
"Wai, it's still in the
process of drawing, and it's embarrassing, so I still don’t tell any..."
Ayaka stopped me, but I didn't
care and faced the screen head-on.
"This is……"
It was a single illustration
drawn with a landscape included.
A girl wearing a one-piece dress and a cardigan is beaming at us in the middle of an expanse of Japanese pampas grass. The backlit sun and the orange color that covers the whole picture are beautiful, and the watercolor style of the painting fits the illustration very well.
Before coming here from the
office, I had already checked out the typical illustrations that Ayaka had
drawn so far. But the illustration in front of me did not resemble any of them.
"Very good"
"Eh?"
Ayaka showed a surprised
expression at my words.
"It's a very nice drawing.
Your style seems to be different from what you usually do, but you seem to be
so used to it from the past that you seem to fit right in. The content and the
touch of the drawing match each other perfectly, and to be honest, I was completely
overwhelmed "
It wasn't flattery, it was
sincere words.
I'm not a professional artist,
so I can't comment on the technical aspects of color design or drawing, but
there was definitely a power that drew me into the world of this picture.
Besides, I had seen this
picture, or a picture with a very similar atmosphere to this one, somewhere. I
couldn't remember where or what it was called.
Ayaka's expression changed from
surprise to joy,
"I~ am~ so happy! Really? Do you really like this picture, Hashiba-san?"
"Yes, very much"
"Yatta! I tried to draw
this picture with the touch I had when I first started drawing seriously.
Because I was confused about many things, I wanted to go back to my roots."
I see. So that's why the tone
was different from the previous ones.
"It's the touch of an
artist I used to admire. I really, really loved it."
When Ayaka said that, her eyes
seemed to sparkle like a young child's for a moment.
An existence that she admired
so much.
"Can I have the data for
this illustration later?"
"Of course! When it's
finished, I'll send it to Hashiba-san first!"
Ayaka jumped happily,
"I think I'm a little more
motivated!"
Turning to Morishita-san, she
declared cheerfully.
"Eh, eeh, really, sensei!"
"Well, not right away, but
it made me want to try to be positive... I guess. Since we can't stop here,
let's make a plan for the next meeting."
"O-Okay! I-I-I'll bring
out my notebook, please wait a moment."
Morishita-san pulled out her notebook from her bag and started flipping through the pages as if they were about to tear.
I peeked at Ayaka's expression.
The expression of nostalgia for
the past, looking into the distance, was always imprinted on the eyes.
Part 12
"Tha~~~nk you very
much!"
On the train ride on the way
back, I saw Morishita-san bowing to me in a different way than on the way there.
"I don't think she's going
to draw right away, is that okay?"
"It's okay, sensei, who
always makes vague plans, has made great progress just by setting a proper
schedule."
It's a headache to think about
what kind of interaction they've had so far.
In a group project, delays with
no clear future are the most severe. Even if it is a long delay, it is easier
to take countermeasures if the deadline is known.
In that respect, it could
certainly be called progress.
"Sensei draws really great
pictures, but when she doesn't feel like it, nothing comes out..."
Morishita-san murmured with a gloomy expression.
"Indeed, it's a wonderful
picture."
Her illustrations, which I saw
on the train on the way there and on site, as well as samples, were indeed
wonderful and gave off an aura of success.
This made me even more curious
as to why I hadn't heard of her in 2016, when I was originally there.
(Well, it was a matter of
timing, I guess)
There are plenty of artists who
have done exceptionally well but have remained unnoticed because of their
choice of genre or the attention their work has received.
"Thanks to you, we've decided
what to do next, and it's been a great gain."
"That's right, I guess
we'll solve it...... for now"
While answering, there was one
thing that was bothering me.
Whether it was Kawasegawa or
Morishita-san, I could see that they were counting on me as a bargaining chip
with Ayaka. If there wasn't some kind of relationship there, they wouldn't
treat me that way.
Also, her reaction when I rang
the intercom. It was clear that she recognized me as "someone she knew
well".
What were the circumstances
that led to this?
"I wonder if she's ever worked with me before..."
Just as I was about to say
this, Morishita-san's phone rang.
"Ah, I'm sorry. There's a
call from the office... Hello? Ah, president!"
"President……?"
From the point of view of the
person on the other end of the phone, it seemed that this topic would have to
wait for now.
"Yes, yes, right, Hashiba-san
is... yes, we talked about our plans for now, then... We're on our way back now,
yes, thank you for your time."
As expected, the call went on
for a long time, and I lost the chance to ask her about my relationship with
Ayaka.
Part 13
As soon as we arrived at the
office, Morishita-san let out a big sigh.
"Um, Hashiba-san"
"The president may say
this and that, but please don't worry about it."
I wondered if it was related to
the phone call she had just received.
"Eh, you're not just going
to report it? Is there something serious happening?"
"No, but the president has a tendency to expect too much from Hashiba-san."
I tilt my head, not knowing
what she was talking about.
"Well, it's okay. I don't
really care what they say..."
As soon as I opened the door to
the development room, a loud voice greeted me and Morishita-san.
"Hashiba-kun! I'm in a bit
of trouble. You have to convince her to draw, like you always do!"
Then suddenly he grabbed me by
the shoulders and rocked me back and forth.
"Eh, um"
"Because if I leave it to
you, most things will be managed, and you're always the one I ask when I have
creator-related problems, right? I'm begging you!"
He wore shoulder-length long
hair and a shirt that was left open at the chest. He was wearing a jacket, but
its color was a painful red.
Anyway, the mood was light. His
voice is also strangely high. I guess you could call it rowdy fashion. I didn't
feel any sense of calmness or heaviness at all.
(...So this is the president?)
Morishita-san sighed in
resignation. I looked around and saw that the development team members were
also looking at us with indifferent eyes.
"Um, president, as I told you on the phone earlier, thanks to Hashiba-san, we have our next appointment."
Morishita-san intervened and
followed up,
"But we're not going to
get new character designs yet, are we? Then we won't be able to leverage it
right away!"
It didn't seem to have much
effect.
"That's why you should get
it as soon as possible! That project wouldn't be possible without Minori Ayaka!"
After saying only what he had
to say, the president left the development room.
All that was left was a sigh
and a weak smile. From the looks of things, the project was not looking good.
After the president left, I
went to Kawasegawa's seat to give my report.
When I called out to her, she
stopped tapping on the keyboard and turned to face me.
"I'm sorry, even though
you saved me a lot of trouble, I made you feel uncomfortable."
Then she suddenly started with
an apology.
"It doesn't bother me. I'm
used to dealing with people like that."
When I think about it, there were a lot of bosses like that when I was working on bishojo games. Some of them were more unreasonable than others, and I can say they were still better than others.
"But he seemed like a decent guy until the app hit the jackpot. Apparently, the money changed the person."
Kawasegawa sighed.
"In the old days, I would
have challenged the president right there. But I couldn't. Maybe it's my age."
Unexpected words were uttered
by her.
"That's not true, that
doesn't sound like you."
"You're the only one who's
ever said that to me."
Chuckling, she turned her
attention back to the PC.
"I heard about the report
from Morishita. Thank you."
It seemed that she had received
a status report e-mail and was already aware of the current situation and
future plans of Minori Ayaka.
"...That said, but it's
going to take some time, though."
"It's okay. Still, it's a
big step forward on this one."
Her expression seemed to show
some fatigue. Considering the situation in the development room when I arrived
at the office, she must have overworked herself quite a bit.
I left Kawasegawa's seat and
went back to my own seat. On the way, I thought about many things.
In addition to Ayaka's case, it was obvious that it would be better to help her. But I didn't know what to do, and moving in the dark would only make people suspicious.
(Anyway, nothing's gonna start until
I understand the situation)
I went back to my desk and
started up my PC, which looked as if it belonged to someone else.
The first thing I saw was a
calendar service that ran in a browser.
"If it's me surely, write
a lot of things here... There it is."
It was as expected. On the side
of the calendar, there was a list of to-do lists, where all the necessary tasks
were written in date order.
This is the kind of experience
that it's easy to come back to once you've been in the working world.
"It's mostly just meetings
with outside parties and some checking. Okay..."
At the moment, there didn't
seem to be anything that required any special skills.
For the time being, it looks
like I'll be okay as long as I do what's here for the time being.
"Then, let's see what the
actual work"
Titles I've never seen before
and mysterious files are placed in a pile.
The thought of having to check
these ones by one is enough to make me lose my energy before I even start.
"Hmm..."
There must be a lot of plans
and settings that must already be in my mind.
Before that, there were a lot of prerequisites that needed to be known, such as the structure of the company and its general system.
Somehow, I have to find a way
to reduce the process as much as possible.
But so far I hadn't been able
to come up with a reliable method.
"Um, Hashiba-san"
After finishing the paperwork,
Morishita-san came to my seat and bowed.
"Thank you very much for
today. I'd like to give something back to you, so if there's anything I can do,
please let me know..."
She was about to say something,
but I stopped her,
"Then, is it fine, right
now?"
"H-Ha"
After getting the consent of
the surprised Morishita-san, I immediately reserved a small conference room.
Part 14
"Actually, I had a bit of a problem last weekend."
As soon as I entered the conference room, I spoke to Morishita-san in a small voice.
"We were out with the
family for a bit and I got a little excited and hit my head on a tree."
"Eh ?! Are you all right?"
Morishita-san flustered,
looking worried.
…… As expected, the setting of
the accident was a bad idea. Well, let's move on.
"And when I checked myself
out, there was no trauma or internal bleeding."
"T-That's good to hear,
really."
Morishita-san looks relieved.
This girl's expression changes so often it's funny.
"But here's the problem."
"Eh, what was that?"
Now she's making a face like she's
in trouble.
"I'm having temporary
memory loss, and it's interfering with my work."
"N-No way! That's very
serious, isn't it...!"
She looks like it's the end of
the world.
"Don't tell anyone, not
even Kawasegawa, of course."
"Y-Yes! I won't say
it!"
It seems that my credibility in this world is quite high....
"I've been told that I'll be back to normal after a while, but for now, I just want to get the memories I need for work back. For that, I need Morishita-san's help."
"M-My help!"
"Ah, I'm going to ask you
a lot of questions, and I want you to tell me what you know about it. Mostly
about me, in the company."
Morishita-san nodded heavily,
"I understand! I'll do my
best to remember!"
She declared emphatically. Good
girl.
It was a rather rambling excuse,
but the premise was now in place.
"First of all, about my
position in the company ..."
I started by asking her how I
came to this company. Apparently, I did not join here as a new graduate,
but as a mid-career hire.
I changed jobs about three
years ago, and my position is Director. She told me about my previous job in
the same industry, but the details are unknown.
"It was a bishojo game
maker or something, I'm sorry, I don't remember that part."
Well, I think it's probably
along those lines.
"Let me know when you
remember. Then we'll continue."
The 3rd Entertainment Division is the company's flagship department, and is responsible for the development of social games. Of the four teams, I am the leader of Team B, which is called the "Hashiba Team".
"Hashiba-san's team is
known for their excellent progress, and they're good at putting together works
that consistently produce solid profits on a reasonable schedule."
It's safe and makes a fair
amount of money.
I thought, ‘What a typical team for me’.
"So, Kawasegawa is the
representative here?"
Kawasegawa is both the section
chief of the 3rd Entertainment Division and the leader of the first A-team.
Currently, she is working as a
producer for a large social game that is about to be released, while also
monitoring the development status of the four teams, A, B, C, and D.
"That's a lot of work"
That's my honest opinion,
"That's right. To be
honest, I'm a little worried ..."
Morishita-san also nodded
honestly.
Kawasegawa herself had joined
this company before I did.
I heard she was as capable as
ever and had risen steadily in her career.
"As you can see, there's so much work to be done, and it's becoming obvious that she's tired."
Morishita-san, who was working
as her direct assistant, was worried about that.
"Then Ayaka-san's accident
happened. I didn't want to give Kawasegawa-san any more trouble than she
already had, so I even suggested that we ask Hashiba-san to help."
Considering Kawasegawa's past
personality, she must have wanted to avoid relying on me as much as possible.
But the fact that she accepted it means that she must have been cornered on the
very edge.
"Okay, thank you very
much. I may need to talk to you again, so I am counting on you."
"No, not at all! Now if
you'll excuse me."
Morishita-san returned to the
development room, banging her body here and there as she had this morning.
For the time being, I was able
to grasp the current situation. As for what to do from now on, it's up to me to
decide.
"I want to know about my
private life too..."
My own family photo on my desk,
feels like a stranger.
This one would be much more
difficult, because I couldn't ask anyone.
Part 15
By the time it was past six in
the evening, I was already on the train home.
The main reason was that my
team was still in the preparation stage of development. If the development was
at its climax, we would have been in an atmosphere where we would have had to
stay overnight.
Anyway, it was fortunate that I
had relatively free time. In my free time, I can afford to look up things I
don't understand.
(The Kirakira Time manga is now
a social game, huh... eh, last spring cour, did this anime hit so much?)
I couldn't help but let my
interest get the better of me, and I even looked at unrelated information.
In this regard, the environment
was much easier to work in than it had been ten years ago. Most things could be
done on my smartphone, and by searching Goggle and other services by year, I
could track what I was doing at least in bits and pieces.
It was easy to see who I had
interacted with in the recent past by looking at the RINE logs, and it was
sufficient to check the dropbox for work and personal files.
I am reminded that most of the information about me has moved to the cloud in the past 10 years.
Speaking of RINE's log, I was also struck by the fact that the topics of conversation with my close friends had completely switched by physical condition and children.
In the past, all we talked
about was games, novels, and anime, and who we were dating, but now the log was
filled with recommendations for osteopathic clinics and what medicine we were
taking.
(...It makes me sad, so I stop
looking)
I changed my mind and decided
to look at an anime information site from my browser.
(Then what's next cour...
Guwa!)
I was just typing a word into
the search window when a large number of passengers boarded the train, making
it impossible to do so.
"Commuting... I think it's
time to do something about it"
It seemed that no matter what I
did after ten years, there was no sign of any improvement at all.
After returning to my home, I
continued my investigation.
In just a little over a year,
many things have happened. Video distribution services are growing by leaps and
bounds, virtual currency, which was still a hot topic, has become a social
issue, and so on.
In just this amount of time, I became Urashima Taro, so I thought that if I brought someone from 2007 here, it would probably be a terrible thing.
There are many people who have changed everything from their position to everything else since then. Some people's work has changed as they have developed, while others have suddenly appeared and done amazing work.
But what is particularly
surprising is the change in the bishojo game business. This is because people
who used to be in a rather minor genre have come to the fore in an interesting
way in the past ten years.
"Uoh, The writer of Kikokugai is working on a scenario for an anime about a magical girl, e~eh, the
character designer is the creator of Hidamari Switch UOOOOOOH."
I reproduced it in Hikawa's
voice. But I'm sure he'll be more surprised than this.
In the past, Bishojo Games were
the main battlefield for experimental works, but this has shifted to free
games, smartphone applications, and downloadable sites such as Steam. In
addition, the creators are not only Japanese, but many of them are from
overseas.
In a word, the world has gotten
bigger. Tremendously so.
I was absorbed in my search and
kept looking into things.
"Dad"
I came to my senses and looked in the direction of the voice.
In front of me, I saw Shinoaki
with pouting lips and Maki imitating her, making the same face.
"You said it was forbidden
to touch the phone during the meal, didn't you? That's no good, right?"
"No good ~"
"S-Sorry"
Unconsciously, I was so
absorbed in my searching. I turned off my phone and put it down where I
couldn't reach for it.
"Come on, Maki, hold it in
your hand and eat it."
"Ye~s"
When I look around, I see that
everything is filled with happy elements.
At first, my mind was filled
with a sense of uneasiness, but as I slowly got used to it, I began to think
that this life was good. After all, I had the people I loved by my side here,
and a stable job. There is no reason why it should be bad.
That's why I wanted to know
more about this world as soon as possible. I wanted to feel safe.
"Is your job hard?"
"Yeah, I've been doing
some research on a project."
"Hmm... I see."
I couldn't say that I was looking into it because I had no memory of my own life, so I answered Shinoaki's question with a muddled answer.
On the TV, there was news about
the Tokyo Olympics. The number of news reports seemed to be increasing as the
event approached.
"It's been two years now. The
staff at the Comima looks like they're having a hard time."
Shinoaki muttered.
"Right, has Shinoaki
signed up for the summer Comi? We need to arrange for a seller."
It was nothing, it was supposed
to be an everyday word.
For me, Shinoaki and the
drawings are connected in a way that is almost equal, and I don't think it's
possible for them to be apart.
It was supposed to be a very
natural question, like "What are we having for dinner next night?".
As long as Shinoaki exists in
this world, of course Akishima Shino also exists, and she has produced many
artworks for the world. I had always believed that such a reality existed.
―― That's why,
"Da-Kyouya, kun... what
are you talking about?"
Shinoaki said with a puzzled
expression,
"I quit drawing years ago,
you know."
I couldn't understand those shocking words at all.
"Eh……"
Unintentionally, I got up from
my seat.
"Ha... Haa?"
I asked with a surprised
expression, and Shinoaki also looked at me with a surprised expression.
"W-Why...!"
Shinoaki remained silent. Her
expression became softer and softer, and then it became sad.
I blinked again and again. She
gently patted Maki's head, who was tilting her head next to her, and then.
"I don't have anything......
to draw anymore."
The words were so familiar, and
the words were so lonely, that she said to me.
On TV, the Olympics continues
to be a hot topic. A related topic was the special Comima event to be held in
May. Among the illustrations drawn by various artists, Shinoaki's picture,
which should have been there... I couldn't find even a single piece.
"You don't have anything...
to draw"
I slumped down in my seat
helplessly. I couldn't even respond to Shinoaki's worried gaze, just
questioning everything.
The world, which should have been warm, seemed to cool rapidly.
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